Reno Sinclair Novels & Stories

His smile returned in full force as he settled down on it and motioned for me to do the same. “Please, Ms. Fairchild," he purred, "take a seat. Let's get down to business." As I settled into the chair, Mr. Sinclair leaned forward, a diamond ring flashing on his finger. “Ms. Fairchild,” He began as his voice dropped to a confidential whisper. “Allow me to introduce myself properly. Elijah Sinclair, COO of Gadget Inc., and, as of yesterday, a most fascinated admirer of your architectural prowess." He sure did know how to play the games. It was psychology to earn yourself in someone’s best book by making a nice statement about things they cherished the most.

That casual clothes might make him look less terrifying. Roman had smiled then. Just slightly. A faint dimple showing, softening his cold elegance. “You’re the only one who gets to see this side of me,” he’d said calmly. “If others did, they’d be more unsettled than reassured.” Now Roman Sinclair—a billionaire, favored son of the Sinclair family, a man whose true assets weren’t even public knowledge—stood right in front of her, blow-drying her hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Since you’ve mastered such a great Supernatural Power, you need not learn mine. However, my race’s primitive inscriptions will be very beneficial to you. The formation you created is quite mysterious. I can sense that it’ll grow stronger as you learn more inscriptions. With the formation, you’ll surely stand out in the future.” Sinclair praised James and then summoned a few mysterious inscriptions. “These are my race’s primitive inscriptions. They formed when I was born. I hope they become of good use to you.” After speaking, Sinclair disappeared. The round stone under his feet also vanished. Although he was out of sight, his voice echoed in the area.

I force my face to remain calm. “What do you mean?” She studies me before answering. “I saw her tonight. Walking into a hotel. With her new man. Right here in Pittsburgh.” My jaw tightens so hard it aches. “And when I got curious and checked who he was…” She pauses, watching me carefully. “Do you know who he is?” I say nothing. “Rayner Sinclair,” she breathes out. “The heir of The Sinclair Group. One of the richest young billionaires in the states.” For a second, I don’t hear anything else.

“You seem to like riling up people, Sinclair. I, on the other hand, do nothing with emotions. Total waste of time.” “Agreed. That’s why your apprentice will never be good enough to be a hunter. Emotional bitches never would be. That’s why Cherise is now a cripple,” I said. Ronan’s eyes shifted slightly. Yeah, he is more emotional than he lets on. He slowly smiled a wicked smile. “If you weren’t such an intricate part of my revenge, I would have liked to team up with you, Sinclair. You certainly seem to have a better composure than your sister.”

Seven words that rearranged everything I thought I understood about who was actually behind all of this: Harrison Sinclair doesn't run the Consortium. You do.

“It’s all over now, Scarlet. Don’t worry. I am here with you.” “You know my name?” I rub my eyes and glance at him, confused. “You told me last night at the party.” Ah, my bad. Did I tell him my name without getting his name in return? What a poor deal! Anyway, he wouldn’t be the first or the last to be in my bed, I remind myself. “I don’t remember that. Or your name,” I said straightforwardly, adjusting my hair. “I’m Sin.” “Okay, Sin. Is it time for you to leave?” I tousled my hair arrogantly. “What are you planning to achieve by getting a free lunch at my place?”

Sinclair says in a familiar voice that have my core trembling with the need of that tongue against my clit. Oh, Hades. He's ruining me. "Sorry, " I respond, and try to back away, grabbing onto a fistful of his shirt as he drives out of the street, and it isn't before long I rest my head against his back. I raise my head when I realize he took the opposite turn to my school. "Sinclair, " I call, and he revs his engine; jerking my body forward. "Trust me, Little Greene. I'm going to take that burning need between your thighs away. "

Right, Dad," I said inertly, but that was sufficient to appease them. There was no point in acting like a human in front of them when they didn't consider me one. *^* When I finally returned to the comfort of my bedroom, I shut the door. I grabbed the razor I had hidden, and let it’s sharpness meet the flesh on my wrist. There was no pain, or rather, there was pain, but it was not enough, so I did the only thing that would bring me more pain by burying the razor deeper and deeper into my wrist until it was snatched from me. “Give it back!” I barked at Rhys. I hadn't seen him in a week and assumed he was gone; why was he still here? He shouldn't be here when he didn't care. “Give it back!” I

"I'm sure we'll work well together." Maya nodded quickly and pulled her hand back, clutching her tablet against her chest. "The third person is for Mr. Adrian," Helen continued. "His new security details should be arriving shortly." As if on cue, the front door opened and Adrian walked in with a man who looked like he'd stepped out of an action movie. "This is Luca Romano," Adrian said, and I caught something in his voice that sounded almost off-balance. "My new head of security." Luca was tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair cropped military short, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes that seemed to miss nothing as they swept the room before settling back on Adrian.